Tim wasn't used to this whole 'friendly mealtime' approach he and Jason had fallen into out-of-mask. It started with a hotdog one day when Tim, admittedly rude, stormed into Jason's personal space with a bevy of accusations.
To be fair, Jason is exactly the sort of man who proves those accusations true. Still, Jason had been more entertained than insulted and Tim was forced to face the fact that unless they planned on making a spectacular scene in the middle of a packed city thorough-fare at lunch, he was going to have to suck up his bruised ego and talk.
Then, Jason found him a week later and filled him in on a criminal hotspot, but their lunch - at a perfectly adequate cafe which was not 'an old lady's center for quilting bees' - took an unprecedented amount of time to arrive and they'd fallen in to talking about movies.
The next week, they both brought films to exchange.
Then books.
Tim baked cookies.
Jason bought pie.
That still didn't explain why Tim was suddenly sharing the less savory bits of high school with his pseudo-sibling rival, but he was doing it anyway, "They used to call me 'anal boy'."
Jason, clutching his warm coffee in the cold wind raised his eyebrows.
"Because I was very meticulous. Well-ordered," Tim explained.
"Yeah, I bet," Jason smirked into his drink and took a sip. "I was totally thinking 'Oh, sure. That's why I call people 'anal boy'."
Tim rolled his eyes, "Screw you."
"Now, see THAT would be why I called you 'anal boy'."
"Because your low-brow insults respond only like to like?" Tim groused, picking at his salad sulkily. He really wanted a cheese burger.
Jason leaned in, nose-to-nose, "Cause whenever you get all snappy like that, even the Captain of the football team had to get a little sprung. They were just trying to save face."
Tim glared. Then, his lips curled in a frighteningly satisfied smile.
Next thing Jason knew - because that little rat bastard was quick - Drake pulled him into a down and dirty kiss that Jason would be breaking any second now.
Just, one more minute.
Finally, Tim nipped his lip and pulled back, standing from the table with a smug nonchalance. "I guess I'll concede to your logic," He moued patronizingly.
"See you next week," He waved and Jason bit back his frustrated curse because, damn it, he would see him next week. Jason had plans.
Oh! I was hoping someone wrote on this one and you are amazing and I'm still giggling like a weirdo, lol!
This has such a nice pace, too! The back and forth and the lunch dates!
And of course, this is my favorite part:
Next thing Jason knew - because that little rat bastard was quick - Drake pulled him into a down and dirty kiss that Jason would be breaking any second now.
I like this prompt! XD I went with Young Robin Tim, because the thought of answering that question for Recent Tim would be terribly depressing and require far too much story to fit in a comment!
He's screaming when Bruce finally gets to him, body crumpled around the jagged wound. Where there should be an arm, there's a stump. And where there should be Robin, there's just a scared kid in bright fucking tights. The cape is soaking up the red, and the pool around him that should be gold has been stained crimson. It stretches around him like a red ocean, and the kid just whimpers when Bruce lifts him out of it.
How bad is it?
It's bad. God. It's bad.
Bruce pushes back the kid's hair. Tim is arching, chest heaving with sobs as his body jerks, spasms -- Bruce knows he's too late.
"I-I'm suh-sorry." He manages it around a mouthful of blood before Bruce presses him to his chest. Bruce can barely understand him, can barely -- can barely look at him.
"Its not. Its not your fault." He should have been here. He should have been here to protect him. And somehow.
Somehow, sorry isn't enough. So Bruce just sits in silence, as another Robin dies in his arms.
{{{{{the_protagonist}}}}} Happy Birthday Babygurl May there be many Robins in your world With Muses/plot!bunnies in abundance May your RL leave you the frell alone and grace you with the time to write (and post) May all who read leave wonderful comments and may all your birthdays come with comment fic. Jai
I miss talking to you too, but I know you're busy, so it's all good! I can summarize my posts for you in one sentence: 'Stupid chemistry/school/work, FAMILY!DRAMA, stories in which I hurt Tim, and more bitching about chemistry.'
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*hugs time a million bajillion!*
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"In high school they used to call me 'anal boy'"
"..."
"Because I was very neat... and orderly."
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"You're brother is... he's so *cool*!"
"No he's not! He's the worst thing since the bubonic plague. Don't ever say such foolishness again!"
And one more!
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The Trap, a coda to "The Key"
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This was wonderful!
Thanks again!
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Allow me to repeat myself, with all my love:
Have the Best Birthday Ever.
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Thanks, love! I'm going to certainly try my best!
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To be fair, Jason is exactly the sort of man who proves those accusations true. Still, Jason had been more entertained than insulted and Tim was forced to face the fact that unless they planned on making a spectacular scene in the middle of a packed city thorough-fare at lunch, he was going to have to suck up his bruised ego and talk.
Then, Jason found him a week later and filled him in on a criminal hotspot, but their lunch - at a perfectly adequate cafe which was not 'an old lady's center for quilting bees' - took an unprecedented amount of time to arrive and they'd fallen in to talking about movies.
The next week, they both brought films to exchange.
Then books.
Tim baked cookies.
Jason bought pie.
That still didn't explain why Tim was suddenly sharing the less savory bits of high school with his pseudo-sibling rival, but he was doing it anyway, "They used to call me 'anal boy'."
Jason, clutching his warm coffee in the cold wind raised his eyebrows.
"Because I was very meticulous. Well-ordered," Tim explained.
"Yeah, I bet," Jason smirked into his drink and took a sip. "I was totally thinking 'Oh, sure. That's why I call people 'anal boy'."
Tim rolled his eyes, "Screw you."
"Now, see THAT would be why I called you 'anal boy'."
"Because your low-brow insults respond only like to like?" Tim groused, picking at his salad sulkily. He really wanted a cheese burger.
Jason leaned in, nose-to-nose, "Cause whenever you get all snappy like that, even the Captain of the football team had to get a little sprung. They were just trying to save face."
Tim glared. Then, his lips curled in a frighteningly satisfied smile.
Next thing Jason knew - because that little rat bastard was quick - Drake pulled him into a down and dirty kiss that Jason would be breaking any second now.
Just, one more minute.
Finally, Tim nipped his lip and pulled back, standing from the table with a smug nonchalance. "I guess I'll concede to your logic," He moued patronizingly.
"See you next week," He waved and Jason bit back his frustrated curse because, damn it, he would see him next week. Jason had plans.
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HAVE A ROBIN OR TWOOO!
A NIGHTWING (Or Speedy?)
THEY'LL KNOW WHAT TO DO!
In case they don't, have a vial of sex pollen, UST, and an extra dusting of 'Aliens made them do it'.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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http://anidawehi.livejournal.com/47205.html
Happy Birthday!
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Oh! I was hoping someone wrote on this one and you are amazing and I'm still giggling like a weirdo, lol!
This has such a nice pace, too! The back and forth and the lunch dates!
And of course, this is my favorite part:
Next thing Jason knew - because that little rat bastard was quick - Drake pulled him into a down and dirty kiss that Jason would be breaking any second now.
Just, one more minute.
Fff! Love it! Thank you so much!
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Thanks a million, love!
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I broke into your brain and pretended I was Tim until you went 'Gosh, I wish you'd just go get some sex pollen already!'
It was very amoral of me.
I'm glad you like it!
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Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday dear protagonist!
Happy Birthday to you!
"great big birthday hug for you" I hope your day is wonderful honey.
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Snap
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Re: And one more!
OKAY, BACK TO WORK HNNNGH.
He's screaming when Bruce finally gets to him, body crumpled around the jagged wound. Where there should be an arm, there's a stump. And where there should be Robin, there's just a scared kid in bright fucking tights. The cape is soaking up the red, and the pool around him that should be gold has been stained crimson. It stretches around him like a red ocean, and the kid just whimpers when Bruce lifts him out of it.
How bad is it?
It's bad. God. It's bad.
Bruce pushes back the kid's hair. Tim is arching, chest heaving with sobs as his body jerks, spasms -- Bruce knows he's too late.
"I-I'm suh-sorry." He manages it around a mouthful of blood before Bruce presses him to his chest. Bruce can barely understand him, can barely -- can barely look at him.
"Its not. Its not your fault." He should have been here. He should have been here to protect him. And somehow.
Somehow, sorry isn't enough. So Bruce just sits in silence, as another Robin dies in his arms.
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You gave me a dead Tim!Robin!!! How did you know?! lol
I'm so happy we share the same depravities, Karen!
<3<3<3
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*high-fives back*
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*hugs!*
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Happy Birthday Babygurl
May there be many Robins in your world
With Muses/plot!bunnies in abundance
May your RL leave you the frell alone and grace you with the time to write (and post)
May all who read leave wonderful comments and may all your birthdays come with comment fic.
Jai
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I miss talking to you, and I go by my friends page so rarely I haven't run into any of your posts in forever (D:), but I do ♥ you muchly. ♥
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*hugs!*
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It was a great birthday!
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Thanks, love!
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I miss talking to you too, but I know you're busy, so it's all good! I can summarize my posts for you in one sentence: 'Stupid chemistry/school/work, FAMILY!DRAMA, stories in which I hurt Tim, and more bitching about chemistry.'
And now you're all caught up, lol. 8D
*hugs!*
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*hugs*